He has the right to touch you
He has the right to smell you
He has the same rights with looks that are stronger
Put on me the heat of your voice in the heart
And it hurts, a sword dug deep into my soul
Look at you, not even a shadow of a tear
And I bleed again, I smile at death
All this red on my body
I hurt you in a final effort
He likes to caress your face while you sleep
And you, you says yes agin and again
I know killing doesn't make us stronger
But I, but I am already dead
And it hurts, a sword dug deep into my soul
Look at you, not even a shadow of a tear
And I bleed again, I smile at death
All this red on my body
I hurt you in a final effort